Catamount - February 3, 1967 

I'm missing Volume 11, #8 which must have come out about 2 weeks after the New Years holiday. If anyone will send me a scan of it (or anything else related), I'll try to post it...

I DID get Volume 11, #9 up on the website yesterday.

I don't remember the Indian science teacher at all.

I DO remember Mr. Chad Osborne singing protest and folk songs. He really had some talent - he would sing in a sort of a raspy Barry McGuire style. Scott LeGear's photo is excellent.

There's a thread through this issue and the last about "granny dresses". Apparently Tani Barlow had been wearing one of these, and it looked too much like sleepwear, so she got in trouble. I didn't know Tani, she must have been older than me. I knew her younger sister, Gayne (I'll have to check that spelling) - the Barlows gave interesting names to all their girls.

Gotta mention more about their dad though. Mr. Barlow was a teacher at the Junior High (Wilbur Junior High, now Jane Lathrop Stanford Middle School). He was my seventh-grade science teacher, and has got to be one of the most interesting people I ever knew, and helped me develop my interest in science and computers. I know that he did experiments in class where he didn't know for sure what would happen. I remember he was using those little plastic water rockets to help us learn how to collect and graph data... some sort of spring balance arrangement measured the peak thrust, and he would vary the amount of water and the number of "pumps" on the little air pump that came with them. Much to the delight of our class, one of the rockets escaped the apparatus and shattered a light bulb in a ceiling fixture. I remember that he had slightly wild hair (sort of like the professor in "Back to the Future", but not quite so extreme). He wore a stained white lab coat and smoked a pipe (after school, not during class). You really felt like you were 'doing' science in his room. It was always fun and informative. Back before the PC was even a concept, he had his students coding ecological information onto Hollerith cards and was trying to have us trace cause and effect of varying populations on the overall ecosystem. I don't think we ever got any 'results', but we certainly thought about how things could interact, and learned quite a bit about computers in the process.

Doug Monica (his mom was good friends with my mom) wrote a very thoughtful piece in this edition about the similarities and relationships between the "toughs" and the "long hairs".

Page 4 has a lengthy article about the 'Executors' Car club... plus a column by Bob Warford (who was part of the 'tough' crowd, and one of the Executors). Bob's column was always fun - he would pick up on funny stuff that happened around the school. I know he got censored more than once (in particular about a certain faculty member's hairpiece that somehow ended up in the sawdust in the wood shop). This article mentions that they had a newsletter "The Executor" - if anyone has any of these they would like to scan and send me I'll put 'em on the website.

Page 5 has a piece about one of my best friends at Cubberley, Terry Smith, who, after a $5 "introductory" flying lesson, decided to work toward his pilot's license even before he could drive. I remember going over to the baylands (on bicycles) and watching him do 'touch landings' at the Palo Alto airport. It doesn't come out in the article, but Terry was one of the funniest people I ever knew and also a wonderful friend. When he needed lunch money he would say something like "Hello old buddy, old pal, old GENEROUS friend". I would always happily loan him some lunch money if I had it, and he meticulously paid it back. He also got himself messed up once in Junior high when he was animatedly talking by his locker about the "Fuller Brush Lady", referring to our English teacher, Mrs. Forbush. I remember she overheard him once (or he *thought* she did), and we got lots of chuckles out of that over the next few years. Terry and I used to do 'experiments' with our bikes at Mitchell Park - we would start at the top of the hill following a particular route to see how far we could go just on a coast, and then later with a certain number of "pedal pushes". Then we went back with 3-in-one oil and lubricated everything in sight to see if we could make it go further. Gee, Mr. Barlow could've used *that* to have us graph data too(!)

There is another great Scott LeGear photo on the back page of the wrestling team. I remember that the mother of one of the wrestlers (Tom Tamplin) worked with my dad at Lockheed. My dad had asked me if I could get some photos of him wrestling for his mom, so I opted for some sports assignments with the wrestling team. In the process, I learned an appreciation for the sport and all the work the guys put into it.

In this edition there was also an obituary for a teacher, Miss Shirley Woodcox, who died an untimely death at age 40. When we were in High School 40 seemed so *old*.



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